This wait is driving me mad

I Love You

Prompt: Can you do a batsis imagine where she knows she’s going to die and she’s says her goodbyes and everyone thinks she’s just being sentimental and don’t take her seriously and are ‘ok, love you’. Until she’s actually dead do they realise that she knew she was going to die please? Thanks

Requested by: ANON

AN: Last week’s session produced some really angsty prompts, so enjoy.


    “Alfred, you make the best cookies.”

    The older man smiles, “A high compliment coming from you, Miss Wayne.”

    You smile and rest your head on the counter. You take in the sounds of Alfred’s cooking and the smell of food. The combination makes you feel safe. It reminds you of good times.

    Cracking your eyes open, you find Alfred smiling at you. You smile back and say, “I love you Alfred. You know that, right?”

    “Always, Miss Wayne. Always.”

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    You focus on the screen, determined to beat Tim into the ground. Sure enough, your car comes in first. You jump up and do a ridiculous victory dance before typing your name into the winner’s spot. Tim stares at you with a raised eyebrow. You stare back for a moment, before grabbing a pillow and whacking him in the head.

    It turns into an all out pillow fight. By the time you’re done, you’re both lying on the floor surrounded by feathers. You grin as Tim sneezes. Smiling you say, “I love you Tim, you know that, right?”

    He stares at you for a minute, “I figured that out the first time you let me win at Mario Kart.” You just smile.

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    You cling to Jason for dear life. You try to bury your head under the blanket, but the sound still gets through. Jason wraps an arm around your shoulders, “I don’t know why you put yourself through these movies.”

    You peek out from under the blanket, and find the television screen gore free, “‘Cause you love these horrible things.”

    He smiles, “Are you sure Bruce is your dad? You hate violence, gore, and anything remotely scary.”

    You smile, “He’s my dad, just like you’re my brother.”

    He smiles at you, “And you’re my little sister.” He pulls you close as another scary scene comes up.

    You bury your face in his shoulder and say, “I love you Jason.”

    “I love you too squirt.”

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    “This gelato is amazing.”

    Dick smiles at you, “Told you Blüdhaven isn’t that bad.”

    You roll your eyes, “It’s too far away.”

    “It’s thirty minutes away.”

    “Still too far.”

    “Anything outside the manor is too far for you.”

    “Which is why you should move home.”

    You both grin at each other, knowing that it won’t happen. Dick’s been gone for two years now, and as much as you miss him, you cherish these brother-sister days. He wraps you in a hug, careful of your gelato, “You’re welcome to come and visit anytime.”

    “Even if Barbara is over?” He hesitates, “What about Kori?”

    “Ummm…”

    “Oh, how about Zee?”

    He squeezes you tight before letting go, “You are welcome anytime.”

    You sigh, “I love you Dick, you know that right?”

    “I know, baby sister. Forever and always.”

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    You lean back in your seat and watch as your younger brother shifts gears, “I think you’re a fine driver.”

    “I’m better than you.”

    “A dog is better than me.” Damian smiles.

    “So what’s with sneaking out the Batmobile?”

    You shrug, “I like the looks on the bad guys’ faces as we drive by.”

    “Father will be mad if he finds out.”

    “He’s off world. He won’t find out.”

    “As long as we stay away from the martians.” Damian adds.

    You nod, “As long as we stay away from the martians.”

    There’s a moment of silence before you say, “I love you, Dami.”

    “I love you too.”

    You nod, “Good, then open this baby up, and let’s see what she can do!”

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    You wait for him to come in. You’re lying on the couch, draped in a blanket. He stares at you from the doorway, he looks at you as though he doesn’t know you. When you try to sit up, he motions you down. He walks over to you, and sits down next to you.

    You sit up enough that you can snuggle into his side. He strokes your hair for a moment, before he says, “You should have contacted me.”

    “You were off world.”

    “There are ways and you’re…”

    “Dying? Yep. Have been for over three months apparently.”

    “And there’s nothing?”

    You look up at your dad, “It’s too far gone. Nothing they can do. I checked. Double and triple checked.”

    “I would have come home. I would have spent time with you.”

    You smile up at him, “A lot of people would have died if you’d done that. Plus it gave me a chance to say goodbye to my brothers.”

    “Do they know?”

    You shake your head, “Nope. I don’t want them to.”

    He nods, and pulls you closer, “We can’t escape death.” He still doesn’t say anything.

“Be grateful, daddy.”

    “How the hell can I be grateful when you’re…?”

    You smile, “We get to say goodbye. I’m sorry that I have to leave you behind. I know you hate that, but… we get closure.”

    “Closure?”

    You nod, “You get to know that I’m not scared. That I’m leaving a lot of pain behind. You get to know that I love you. You get to hear it.”

    You feel tears drip onto your face, and you reach up to wipe a few off your father’s face, “I love you, daddy.”

    He’s crying now, “I love you too baby girl.”

    And with a smile you fall asleep.

Writing Prompts

Send me a number and any specific details you might like to see included.

1. Can you just back off?
2. I’m right here, okay? You’re all right.
3. Lock the door.
4. Keep it up and see what happens.
5. Don’t touch me right now.
6. That lipstick’s not gonna stay put for long.
7. Baby, just breathe.
8. This is a terrible idea.
9. For fuck’s sake, just shut up.
10. It’s too early for this.
11. If you keep squeezing that hard, you’ll break my hand.
12. I’m just stressed.
13. What did you break?
14. It’s four A.M.
15. I don’t need you anymore.
16. What an interesting conclusion.
17. And now you’re naked. Okay.
18. What are you wearing?
19. You’re overreacting.
20. I can’t believe you don’t even know my eye color.
21. And you thought I’d be okay with that?
22. You can’t keep doing this.
23. I’m so sorry. I can’t even tell you how sorry I am.
24. Why do you smell like smoke?
25. Why do you smell like a walking liquor bar?
26. Why do you smell like perfume?
27. Is there someone else? Don’t lie.
28. You took advantage of me.
29. If you think you’re getting out of this that easily, you’re sadly mistaken.
30. You put us both in danger.
31. I don’t understand you.
32. You’re just asking for it.
33. I could just choke you right now.
34. You are everything to me.
35. This is gonna hurt.
36. I don’t deserve this.
37. You can’t just fix everything with a kiss. This isn’t a booboo.
38. Can you slow down?
39. It feels deeper this way.
40. Did you just stick your fingers in my mouth?
41. Your family is in the other room!
42. I’m begging you.
43. Hey, you’re safe now. It’s over.
44. Where is all of my underwear?
45. I almost died.
46. This isn’t just one of your little jokes.
47. What did you do to your hair?
48. You’re scaring me.
49. I think I drank too much.
50. Well, this was unexpected.
51. It’s too late for that.
52. I didn’t mean to hurt you.
53. It’s your birthday. It is your birthday, right?
54. You’re just gonna leave me here?
55. That’s mine. You’re not taking it.
56. You made that more sexual than it should have been.
57. I’m not just gonna wait around for you.
58. That’s my only clean shirt.
59. Did you use my cologne? You smell like me.
60. I feel like I might be sick.
61. I can’t believe you would do this.
62. Don’t underestimate me. I’m a seasoned pro.
63. Your mom says differently.
64. Did you steal this?
65. I thought I lost you.
66. I think you need a shower.
67. Call an ambulance.
68. I can’t talk about this anymore.
69. Can you put your mouth here?
70. You taste like toothpaste.
71. A little manky-panky.
72. I’m going to absolutely wreck you.
73. Don’t ever say that again.
74. I don’t really care what you think.
75. I can’t do that.
76. This is a train wreck.
77. Do you need some tissues?
78. You can fuck right off.
79. You’re still gonna go, aren’t you?
80. I cannot believe you forgot. This was important to me.
81. If you buy that, I’m leaving you.
82. Can we just start fresh?
83. Don’t forget the condoms!
84. I feel like I’ve been split in two.
85. I’ve never felt anything like that.
86. You’re driving me mad.
87. This is completely different.
88. Can you believe the moon tonight?
89. Wait, why are you crying?
90. You’re making this hard for me.
91. I hope you rot in hell.
92. I think you’re an angel.
93. Do this for me and I’ll do anything you want.
94. I’m gonna take good care of you.
95. Let’s see what you’ve got.
96. I went easy on you.
97. I’m getting better, right?
98. Read my fucking lips.
99. You make me happy.
100. I can feel your heart beating.

Sixth Year AU

In which Draco keeps disappearing into the Room of Requirement, but not to fix that dumb Vanishing Cabinet. So what is he doing in there? That’s what Harry would like to know!

He watches Draco, day after day, making his way to the Room of Requirement, carrying a bag. It drives Harry mad. He knows he can’t get in there, while Draco is in the room, so he waits after Draco has slipped out again. Harry stares at the wall and concentrates hard.

“Show me the room you become when Draco Malfoy goes in there.”

At first, he doesn’t think it’s working. But then, a door appears, and Harry’s heart beats faster. He yanks the door open impatiently and steps into… the Room of Hidden Things. Is Malfoy hiding something in here? Harry spends hours walking around, trying to find something that would look suspicious, until he finally gives up. He heads for the door again, when something catches his eye - his own name. It’s an article from the Daily Prophet, that’s peeking out from a big trunk.

Frowning, Harry opens the trunk. There’s not only one article in there, more like a hundred. There’s also lots of pictures of him, a stuffed teddy bear that has a lightning scar stitched on its forehead, some old quills and… is that a Remembrall? And is that a Gryffindor scarf? Harry remembers, he lost a scarf in fourth year, but… that can’t possibly be this scarf, can it? Except… there’s an old shirt Harry has been looking for for ages.

Heart pounding, Harry hurries out of the Room of Requirement. He has no idea what to make of this. He knows some people are obsessed with him, but this? This is a bit much! And he still hasn’t figured out what Malfoy is doing in there!

A few days later, Harry gets his answer. He’s under his invisibility cloak again, following Malfoy and Zabini. They’re chatting about something Pansy did yesterday. Apparently, it was rather scandalous. Harry’s heart stops, when Zabini suddenly says,

“So, you finally got rid of all your wanking material?”

Malfoy rolls his eyes.

“Shut up, Blaise.”

“Does this mean you’re finally done talking about him?”

Malfoy elbows him and Zabini snickers.

“One more thing, then everything will be locked away and gone for good,” Malfoy mutters and tells Zabini to go to the Great Hall without him.

Harry’s mind reels as he finally realises it’s Malfoy’s collection he discovered in the Room of Requirement. But why is he getting rid of it?

Harry’s brows knit together at his own thoughts. He has been worrying for days about the person who that collection belongs to. But now that he knows it’s Malfoy… it doesn’t feel that weird and creepy anymore. The only thing that concerns him, is why Malfoy is dumping this stuff in the Room of Hidden things.

Not thinking about consequences, Harry runs after Malfoy, pulls off his invisibility cloak and grabs his wrist. Malfoy startles and turns around. Gasping, he lets go of his bag, the contents spilling all over the floor. Harry can’t believe his eyes when his gaze falls upon several drawings. Of him.

“You drew me,” Harry says flatly. Malfoy doesn’t say anything. His wrist twitches in Harry’s grip.

“Why are you getting rid of it?” Harry murmurs, his eyes locking with Malfoy’s.

“What do you care?” Malfoy counters.

Harry thinks about it for a moment. Yes, why does he care? He can’t really find an answer and he doesn’t exactly understand it, he just… does.

“The Remembrall in there, it’s not… I mean… is it-”

“The one Longbottom thought he lost in first year?” Malfoy finishes for him.

Harry nods.

Draco lets out a sigh and closes his eyes.

“Yes, it is.”

Harry is pretty sure he should feel creeped out and weird again, but he feels excited instead.

“Why did you keep it?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Malfoy mutters.

Harry steps closer to him and puts a finger under his chin. Malfoy gasps at the touch and blinks. Harry is overwhelmed by his own boldness, but it’s like his body is acting on its own.

“Tell me why you’re getting rid of all this stuff,” he whispers. Malfoy shudders and his eyes flick to Harry’s lips. His breathing is heavy and Harry faintly feels his pulse racing, as he moves his finger down Malfoy’s neck.

“What do you care?” Malfoy repeats. His gaze is still fixed on Harry’s lips, which sends weird little jolts down Harry’s chest.

“I don’t know,” Harry breathes. “I just… don’t want you to.”

Without warning, Malfoy closes the gap between them, his lips brushing over Harry’s. A shiver runs down Harry’s spine and his gut clenches. When he feels Malfoy’s arms circle his waist, he throws his own arms around Malfoy’s neck.

Harry doesn’t know how long they’re standing there and who starts making these obscene noises first. He is, however, rather irritated when they get interrupted by a loud groan.

“Potter,” somebody whines. Harry blinks and sees Zabini standing a few feet away from them. “I thought this whole thing would finally be over! Why did you have to go and snog him? Now he will never shut up about you!”

Malfoy blushes furiously as Harry’s booming laughter echoes off the walls.

“You know,” he says with a little smirk, “I think I’m rather good at shutting him up.” He winks at Zabini, before gripping onto Malfoy more tightly and giving him the snog of his life.

Suga Daddy: Part Two

Suga Daddy: Part 2

Word count: 6.9k

Genre: smut

Okay, I’m glad that some people liked this because I want to turn this into a series. This is pretty dirty so be warned. Anyway, on to the next part :)

part one


You were over at Taehyung’s, on the couch with him and Jimin watching a movie. Sadly, you weren’t paying too much attention to it because tomorrow you were trying out for a seniors dance showcase. It was a big deal for seniors, it was what they worked for all four years. This would be what they would perform for tons of people and entertainment scouters. Your school was known for helping dancers get jobs after this showcase at the end of the year.

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i’m always a slut for a christmas au 

  • “i know we hate each other but it’s christmas eve and your flight was cancelled please come inside”
  • “i got you for secret santa so i got you this really expensive but sentimental gift that you’ve always wanted, hoping you’ll never find out it’s from me - and that i’ve been in love with you 1234567 years”
    SNOWBALL FIGHTS
  • “hi we’re neighbours and omg are you alright i could smell cooking burning - whoaaa now that’s just embarrassing? step aside i’ll handle this”
  • person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there????”)
  • “you’re in the hospital for the holidays so i came in while you were sleeping to decorate your room i love you merry christmas”
  • “YES I BOOBY TRAPPED THE PRESENTS BECAUSE YOU DO THIS EVERY FUCKING YEAR”
  • “i live below you and i was minding my own business watching the snowfall out the window WHEN I SAW A BODY FALL ARE YOU REALLY PUTTING UP CHRISTMAS LIGHTS NOW”
  • I KNITTED YOU A JUMPER
  • MY MOM KNITTED YOU A JUMPER
  • “we’re strictly ‘platonic’ but we’re snowed in omg we’re gonna have to repopulate the earth”
  • “i slipped on ice outside your house and you ran out barefoot to help me quick let’s get inside under a blanket”
  • “’it’s a wonderful life’ aww it sounds so cute babe sure we can watch it! *30 mins later* “YOU MONSTER”
  • “we were playing in the snow and you suddenly tackled me to the ground and now…we’re just…staring… at each other…”
  • “YOU DON’T LIKE MARSHMALLOWS IN YOUR HOT CHOCOLATE? WHY DO YOU HATE LOVE”
  • TREE DECORATING (bonus points if one of them is doing it completely wrong omg why am i in love with you) 
  • “we took our kids to santa’s workshop and they both wished we would get together”
    FRIENDS AU - “our christmas party turned into a tropical theme because the radiator is broken and it’s hotter than hell in here - damn you look good without a shirt i never noticed before asgdhfjgkhl” 
  • “we’re co workers who hate each other but you had too much to drink at the staff christmas party and admitted your love for me i don’t know how to act around you now” 
  • DRUNKEN CAROLLING (”that’s not a thing” “oh yes it is”) 
  • TEACH ME HOW TO SKI (lol jk i know how you’re just so fucking cute)
  • “there’s a storm and omg i’m losing signal are you okay?? hold on let me drive 489432 miles to get you the night before christmas” 
  • PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF 
  • “i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face”
I’m Sorry (I Fell In Love Tonight)

( PROMPT: We’re making out on the couch when a member of your family - who doesn’t know we’re friends with benefits - walks in and what do you mean I have to be your pretend girlfriend? )

A/N: Ahahahaha, guess who’s back? The sin is not so strong in this chapter, but I’ll try to sin more in chapter 3. Things are really starting to heat up with the reader and fuckboi Peter!! If anyone has more prompts for me to do (fuckboi Peter or no), drop me an ask, and I’ll try to post it! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

WARNINGS: Sin. But slight sin this time. 

Taglist (temporary, for this series only): @mashed-fandom-imagines | @gryffindoggo 

Taglist (permanent): @mainspidey | @x-wing-starwriter |@tomsleftbrow | @tryn25|@tanglefire | @midnight-memorial | @tiny-friggin-human |@tacklemyackles| @fangeekkk |@beamagtuto | @captainaudreystark | @hellosuperewczi | @dasia-aye

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Look at Me (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: hii!! can i have a jughead x reader where the reader and jughead are dating and the reader feels like she comes second to jughead and his writing all the time and she confronts him about it ? thank you!! 

 A/N: I did a lot of thinking about this! I changed it a tiny bit but I hope I did it justice for you! It is a bit long but I didn’t have the heart to make it any smaller.

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Look At Me (Jughead x Reader) 

 You knew what you were getting into when you and Jughead started dating. You were best friends for years before. With Jason’s death and all the dark secrets around Riverdale, Jughead wanted to capture everything. 

 You were okay with it at first. It was his way of coping. He was a writer at heart. He needed this project. He needed answers. 

 But then other secrets kept popping up. Which meant more writing on that novel of his. Of course you understood but you were jealous. 

 Your ‘dates’ were mainly at Pop’s and it usually ended with Jug typing away while you stared out the window. Silence. 

 That was another thing that bothered you. Jug used to at least try to keep conversation going between you two. 

But now? Nothing. If you tried, all you got was silence. Or even worse. The little “mhm” or “yeah”. You knew he wasn’t listening.

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1. Call your best friend twice a week.
2. When your phone rings, answer it.
3. If you meet someone you like, wait two weeks before kissing him.
3a. Date someone who’ll wait to make sure you get inside before driving away.
5. If you’re mad at someone, tell them. I promise nothing bad will happen.
6. Get your license. (This way, you can drive me when I come and visit.)
7. Hug a Carl
—  Since You’ve Been Gone, a novel, Morgan Matson
Characters in American Gods
  • Laura Moon: I would kill for my husband
  • Mr. Wednesday: it's called a hustle sweetheart
  • Me. World and Co.: here come the men in black
  • Czernobog: "Fuck you and fuck your mother and fuck the fucking horse you fucking rode in on. You will not even die in battle. No warrior will taste your blood. No one alive will take your life. You will die a soft poor death. You will die with a kiss on your lips and a lie in your heart." - best curse in all of fiction tbh
  • Me. Nancy: best character 10/10 anxiously waiting for the movie adaption about his kids
  • The Zoryas: Slavic aunties with magic powers
  • Media: My speech is italicizes for emphasis. EMPHASIS!
  • Sam Black Crow: SPEECH MAKING INTENSIFIES
  • Bliquis: ooooh here she comes, she's a man eater, oooh here she comes, watch out boy she'll chew you up
  • Buffalo God: BELIEVE IT
  • The cab driving ifrit: doesn't matter had sex
  • Tech Boy: we get it you vape
  • Jacquel and Ibis: I believe in my cool funeral dads
  • Whisky Jack: fuck this shit I'm out
  • Mad Sweeney: ILL KICK YOUR ASS, ILL KICK HIS ASS, ILL KICK MY OWN ASS
  • Easter: sugar and spice and everything nice and about to save the world
  • Loki: surprise bitch I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me
  • Shadow Moon: I specifically asked for the opposite of this
  • Hinzelmann: hello naughty children it's murder time
You Found Me - Jeff Atkins

Title: You Found Me

Person: Jeff Atkins

Warnings: mention of his accident, angst, like 2 cuss words

GIF IS MINE but i guess it’s not working

When you started dating someone your freshman high school, you never thought you’d call him the love of your life. However, Jeff was different than the guys you’ve gone out with. He was a jock, specifically involved with baseball, but he wasn’t cocky or an ass. He was genuinely concerned about others before himself, a quality that you fell for.


It all ended that summer night. You knew Jeff, he was smart enough to know how much he can handle. You had seen him just before he left, a cup of soda in hand. He kissed you goodbye, went to get beer but never came back. The cops said his death was because he was drunk, but you knew otherwise.


Everyone was walking on eggshells around you at school, being careful not to say the wrong thing, except for Clay and Hannah. It was your first day back after taking a few days off. You open your locker, taking a deep breath. Swinging the door open, you’re greeted with a photo of you and Jeff, the one you both loved. Running your fingers over the photo, you remember the night you took it. You’re too focused on the photo to see Hannah and Clay walking towards you. They stop, looking at you. Hannah had mouthed something to Clay, telling him to stay put. She places a hand on your arm, causing you to turn towards her, now sobbing into her shoulder. She pulls you into a reassuring embrace, now waving Clay over.

“He really loved you, you know.” Clay told you.

You nod, a tear running down your face.

“I know, but he wasn’t drunk. I know Jeff. He was responsible and smart. Not an idiot.” You sighed, wiping under your eyes.

“(Y/N),” Hannah began to say, “I know what happened.”

“Tell me.”

“(Y/N), you shouldn’t-”

“Tell me, please.” You begged, your voice breaking.

“Before Jeff left for the beer run, he had asked Sheri to move her car. I needed a ride home so I went with her. My phone had died, so I was going to use hers to tell my parents I’d be spending the night at her place. She was driving as she was digging through her purse trying to find it. She looked down for a minute and when she looked back up, she slammed on the brakes and hit right into the stop sign. It had fallen over, so we both got out of the car to see if there was any damage. I told her we need to call the police to report that a stop sign had fallen over. She got flustered with me and drove away. I walked to the nearest gas station and used a phone to report where it happened and they told me that police had already been dispatched. I thought Sheri had call them…”

“It was me,” Clay interjected. “I called them. I had, um, I found Jeff.”

“Son of a bitch.” You chuckled in disbelief, shaking your head before walking away.

“(Y/N), wait a second,” Clay said, catching up to you. “They found this on Jeff the night of the accident. He told me about it, he wanted to give it to you that night. The paramedics dropped it when they, uh, when they moved him.”  Clay’s hand dug into his backpack, pulling out a box with your name on it. You opened it, revealing a promise ring. Jeff had told you that he’d get you one, but you never thought he was serious. You breath hitched in your throat, tears rushing to your eyes faster than before.

“Thank you, Clay. I needed this.” All Clay did was smile slightly back to you, letting you go and do what you needed to: confront Sheri.


The bell rang, dismissing you from your economics class that you had with the girl who killed your boyfriend. You couldn’t look at her, it physically made you sick. You were forced to work with her but instead you worked by yourself. Why work with the person who killed the person you loved the most?

You walked out of the classroom, heading towards the parking lot when a familiar voice stops you.

“(Y/N), wait.” You continue walking, even picking up the pace a little bit. Sheri was desperate you guess, she ran up in front of you, causing you to stop dead in your tracks.

“What could you possibly want, Sheri?”

“Are you mad at me for some reason?”

You rolled your eyes and kept walking. Don’t make a scene, she’s not worth it. Sheri repeated her moves once again, however you walked around her.

“(Y/N)-”

“You want to know why I’m mad at you? Is that what you really want?”

“Why don’t want we talk about this on the ride home, I’ll drive you.” She told you as she started walking.

“So you can knock down a stop sign and cause someone else’s boyfriend to get into a car accident? No thanks.” You yelled to her, your arms folded across your chest.

She turns around with a shocked look painted on her face. Everyone began crowding around you guys, almost as if a fight were about to go down. So much for not making a scene.

“You hit into a stop sign, knocking it over and you didn’t even bother to call the police. You needed to get away or go home because when you’re with your dad, you have a curfew right? Because of your reputation, you didn’t want to be held responsible or be known as ‘the girl who hit a stop sign.’ My boyfriend went on a beer run that night, sober. He was drinking soda before he left. So on his way back when he went through that intersection, he collided with someone because you didn’t have the decency to report the stop sign.”

Everyone around you started whispering, their eyes never leaving you or Sheri.

“(Y/N)-”

“You wanna know what was found in his pocket that night?” You asked, pulling the promise ring out of your coat pocket. “He got me a promise ring. He told Clay that he was going to give it to me later that night. He planned on leaving early with me. We were supposed to go to one of the cliffs overlooking the water. Right then, he was going to give it to me. But because of your ignorance, I’ll never get to have another memory with the one person in this school who made me feel like the only person on the planet.” You paused, wiping a stray tear from your eye. “Screw you, Sheri.”

Car Accident (Alex Standall X Reader)

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~*Alex’s Pov*~
The music was too loud and everyone was too drunk, it was a mistake to come to this party but (Y/N) wanted to come so here I am. Bryce was having a party at his place, which isn’t that surprising, he always throws these parties and it always ends up too crazy and crowded with drunk teens all over the place. I might’ve had a few drinks and now I was feeling tipsy, but (Y/N) refused to drink because we used her car to get here and she was going to drive us back.

I got sick of the loud music and getting shoved every 10 seconds so I was searching for (Y/N) through the wave of teenagers until I finally saw her near the snack table across the room. She wasn’t alone though, I could see her talking to someone but the dancing bodies blocked the other person. As I got closer I saw Bryce in front of her. They were just talking and laughing, which I was fine with, but I wasn’t fine when Bryce decided to put his hand on (Y/N)’s waist. She pushed his hand away but he put it back and pulled her into his chest. I was fucking mad, but what made it worse was that she was just laughing, she didn’t even care about what he was doing. I made my way to them and pulled (Y/n) off of Bryce.

“What the fuck?!” I asked, clearly angry.

“Hey Standall, whats up?” Bryce said.

“Shut the hell up Bryce” I reply

“Come on Alex what are you so mad about” he asked smirking.

“Stay the hell away from (Y/N)”

“Come on Alex, you’re overreacting” (Y/N) said

I looked over my shoulder and gave her a death glare.

“For real Alex” Bryce started “Besides she didn’t mind”

I stared at Bryce then turned around, grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and dragged her out. We stopped when we reached her car and she turned around and began yelling.

“Seriously Alex!?”

“What the fuck was that (Y/N)?!” I replied also yelling.

“You mean when I was with Bryce? We were just talking!”

“Oh really, ‘just talking’?” I asked “Cause when I came over he was trying shit on you!”

“I could’ve handled myself Alex!” she said

“You don’t know the type of stuff Bryce goes around doing. I don’t want you talking to him!”

“Im going to talk to whoever I want to Alex!” She said obviously getting annoyed.

“Jesus (Y/N) why do you have to be such a dumbass bitch at time?! Why cant you just stop being so fucking stupid?!” I yell at her.

Her eyes went wide, she wasn’t used to me lashing out on her like that. I immediately regretted what I said.

“Shit (Y/N) I didn’t mean to say that.” I said quickly

“Yeah, save it Alex” she said quickly getting in her car and driving off.
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I ended up getting a ride from Zach. He dropped me off and I went straight to my room. I sat on my bed and pulled out my phone to check on (Y/N). I called her but got no answer, she was mad, really mad. I sent her a couple texts telling her to answer cause I wanted to work things out, i didn’t want her to stay mad at me. While waiting for an answer I decided to change and go get food.

I opened the fridge to look for something to eat but then my phone suddenly rang. Looking at the caller ID I saw (Y/N)’s name and answer immediately.

“(Y/N) holy shit finally, I called you like a million times.” I say a soon as I answer the call.

“Hello sir, this is St. Peters hospital, this was the most recent contact on Ms.(Y/L/N)’s phone and we called to tell you that she happened to get into a car accident.”

“I-is she okay?”

“We’re still trying to making sure of that. If you want to know more you will have to come to the hospital.” The lady said and ended the call.

I ran to my car and sped my way to the hospital. When I got there I asked if I could see (Y/N) but the doctor said she was still being treated that I had to wait an hour or so, which of course, I did.

The last thing we talked about was me telling her how stupid I thought she was, which I didn’t actually believe, I don’t know why I keep doing dumb shit like this. I really need to work on my anger, I keep getting in fights and saying shit I don’t mean.

About an hour later at 1:38am, I finally saw a doctor walk towards the waiting room. I stood up and when he got to me he started talking.

“Im happy to tell you that (Y/N) is fine, she just has a broken left wrist and a few bruises.”

“So can I see her now?” I asked really hoping I can finally talk to her.

“Yes sir, right this way.” He said leading me to her room.

She smiled when she saw me but quickly stopped when she remembered the argument we had about 2 hours ago. I sat on the edge of the hospital bed and grabbed her right hand looking at her as she stared back at me. It was time for me to make things right.

A Letter From You PT2

AN: HERE IT IS! I’m sorry it’s not super long… Thanks to @teen-mendes for.. well I think you know why and @saysweartogod bc I needed to be threatened Shit also thank you for the insanely overwhelming response for the first pt. It was incredible and hopefully this lives up to it 

Part 1


Originally posted by pickeringgod

I almost knock on the door, considering how I’ll feel if I see her face again. If she sees me, again. Will she yell? Beg me to leave? Ask me to say? Give me a look of pain, wondering what came over me to suddenly show up? Will my craving of her finally turn back to my reality?

Instead I leave the letter on the ground, covering it so it won’t blow away. Just that simple task gives me hope she’ll read it. Of course she will. No matter how many voices in her head tell her no she’ll have to know what words I wrote.


“So it’s done?” I nod, slipping out of me shoes and the jean jacket she gave me. Aaliyah is leaning again the wall, but I can’t figure out the blank expression on her face. I know it’s been hard on her. To keep herself together when I’m the one who’s affected in a different way, but I won’t pretend like Aaliyah isn’t hurt. That’d be stupid.

“Do you want to do something today? We could drive into Toronto? Go to the mall?”

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anonymous asked:

ok idk if you're taking requests right now but if you could write a jin hybrid smut thing where jin's the hybrid that'd be great!! i dont think ive seen a hybrid seokjin smut yet and i love your writing!! if you could make it pretty smutty thatd be great! thanks :))

Strain:

The sound of the twisting door knob alerted you that your lover was back home. Smiling slightly to yourself, you shut the book in your hand smiling as your lover walked into the room. Seokjin slid off his shoes, his tail swishing from side to side as his ears flattened on his head. His eyes shifted around the room as he walked by the couch giving you a radiant smile that lightened up your heart and allowed you to smile back. His brown ears were tipped white, so was his fluffy brown tail that hugged his waist at the moment. His button down black shirt had the top three buttons undone. He had on gray skinny jeans that were cut at the knee, and he smelt like the loveliest scent of vanilla mixed in with a hint of musk.

“I’ve missed you.” You said softly, shuffling to pat the seat beside you and he eagerly took up your offer, his light brown eyes roaming over your face and body.

“I’ve missed you more jagi. Did you have a good day without me?” He asked rubbing his hand up and down your thigh softly, pulling you into his arms.

“I tried to have a good day without you, I didn’t do too much but cook for you, and read this book and sleep. I thought about you a lot. And I wanted to come and see you but I held myself back from doing so because I knew you were busy.” You frowned slightly realizing how much you relied on him and loved him.

“I felt the same. Except I didn’t have cooking responsibilities or did I read anything.. But I can’t help but think about how good tasting you would be.” Seokjin purred holding you close against his body licking against the shell of your ear.

“J-jin.” You moaned softly, your hands bracing on his chest. “At least eat food first.” You pouted playfully. Chuckling Jin kissed your lips again picking you up carrying you towards the kitchen. Sitting you down on a chair he grabbed at both of your plates placing one in front of each of you and the both of you started to eat and enjoy each other’s presence.

In a sick weird way, you had grown up with Seokjin. You found him when you were seven and he was a kitten. He didn’t transform until you were eighteen and moving out of your parent’s house explaining how animal and humans had different years hence the reason he stayed in his form so long, he also told you that he would transform while you were away from the house, or asleep until he learned how to control it. You two eventually ended up dating and you ended up becoming the fiancé of your kitten. No, it wasn’t easy, he wasn’t any old kitten. He was special he could hear better and see sharper than any human you knew. He had gained a lot of attention from how he looked so unique and beautiful- but you didn’t care you loved him anyway. He had eyes that always shifted color whenever he was feeling different moods or approaching his round of being in heat. Seeing his eyes shift to a blue color, you knew that the time would approach you both again and you also knew he would turn you down once again.

The last time you and Jin were ever intimate while he was in heat, he ended up scratching at your sides so hard with his nails that he tore skin, going between a state of kitten and male his eyes glowered a bright purple as he fucked you into the mattress to the point you were sobbing, begging him to stop from the overstimulation. A visible shudder rocked through your entire body, Jin could smell your sex, the heat he could feel from where he was sitting. He would be lying if he said he didn’t want you, but he couldn’t take you through that again. He almost lost himself when he was with you and that wouldn’t have been good for anybody.

The next few weeks passed by with his eyes shifting from light blue to a darker blue, to violet and finally resting at purple. Seokjin was also becoming more distant, trying to stay late at work or leave before you got up. He found himself literally fitting with each side of his being on what to do with you, he wanted you in every way and to make you scream for him and forget anything else but his name until you were a pathetic mess under him but he couldn’t do it to you because you were too precious and special to him. He had to treat you like you were a queen and nothing less because without you he wouldn’t have anything. He didn’t know who his mother was or who he was with before you came and scooped him up off the streets when he was younger, but he knew ever since he saw you he loved you, and that he wouldn’t change for anything in the world.

You were lounging across your bed, your fingers buried inside of your pussy as you tried to get yourself off. You knew that while Seokjin was in heat he wouldn’t touch you, and that meant you were frustrated all the time. It didn’t help that he walked around the house with a tank on or no shirt in general giving you a good look at his well-defined body or beautiful model face. You let out soft whimpers of his name, your fingers grazing your spot as your thumb brushed your bundle of nerves. You could just imagine his deep voice coaxing you to cum as he gave you kitten licks. Your white tank top was pressed against your flush body the sweat dripping on your foreheads and across your red cheeks. Your panties were pulled down to your knees holding your legs spread apart in the makeshift position you had them in, you were sure that your juices were starting to puddle on the sheets under you. One hand above your head grabbing at the edge of the bed for support you took loud gasps of air feeling your climax approach you.  

“Honey I’m home!” Jin announced playfully opening the door only to freeze in his place. His eyes raking over your body quickly, changing from an orangish color to a dark purple immediately. His ears tipped down and his tail swung side to side. You were so shocked that you didn’t even know how to react you just froze with your slick fingers buried in your heat.

“S-seokjin.” You murmured panting heavily scooting up a bit but he reached out a hand to stop you moving towards the bed he got down on his knees taking in your scent. Your sweet scent that was laced with heavy arousal he could practically taste. His lips connected to the inside of your parted thighs causing you to softly moan his name. You didn’t know what he was planning but feeling his plump limps on your skin made you just want to enjoy it all.

“Let me please you. I’ve neglected you haven’t I mistress?” The way he said those words made you shudder, what you loved about Seokjin was that he gave in and became your submissive letting you dominate him and take over control.

“Yes.. You’ve been such a bad boy.. Denying me like that.” You almost growled out. Seokjin moaned in his throat tearing your panties away from you he grabbed at your wrist to take your fingers from your soaked heat sucking on your digits to clean them. His thick tongue wrapping around each digit slowly to make sure he had sucked it all clean. He looked at you leaning down to lick up and down your pussy lips on the outside.

“I’m sorry for being so bad mistress. Can I make it better? Tell me what you want me to do to please you and I will.” He breathed out against your pussy, the heat causing you to shudder.

“Just take me, be as rough or gentle as you want. Just fuck me Jin. I miss feeling you.” Despite trying to dominate him, you were needy when you wanted to be and you needed him in this moment. Jin smirked at you holding your hand with one of his as he leaned forward to press his face against your pussy. He gave you two long kisses, his lips soon wrapping around your clit sucking on it. His tongue made a quick motion flicking up and down as he watched you through his dark brown bangs. He groaned tasting your essence on his tongue, you were so wet for him already. He used two fingers to slide inside of you knowing that you had stretched yourself out good enough. He started to thrust his fingers in and out of you at slow pace. Your hips pushed up against his mouth and his fingers, your hand moving to tangle in his soft locks pulling him closer to you.

“Mm, Jin please don’t stop.” He moaned against your skin, your lips twitching into a smirk as his tongue moved up and down your slit trying to taste more of you. “That’s right Seokjin.. You’re my good boy. Such a good boy keep going.” You could hear the light thumping of his tail against the floor his ears flexing as his tongue sped up the work on your sensitive wet pussy. He was driving you mad, replacing his fingers with his tongue he released your hand to grab at your hips pulling your pussy flush against his face. He watched you with his eyes seeming to darken from purple to gray as he tried to tongue fuck you until there was nothing left. He rolled his tongue on the inside of your pussy, vibrating it against your core. Your back arched as you cried out louder for him, eyes rolling back as your orgasm got closer. “Please Seokjin, I don’t want to wait anymore! Please fuck me. Hurry.” You cooed out.

It didn’t take him long before he was pulling back licking his lips clean and practically tearing off his clothes to climb on the bed. You did the same thing, quickly tearing off your shirt and bra pulling Seokjin down. You flipped your positions so that you were on top and straddling him. His hardened shaft stood up proud and tall in the air. Letting some spit fall from your mouth you gripped him with one hand stroking him, his precum also aided in making him a bit wetter for you to take in. After some time, you started to shift your hips rubbing your slit against his throbbing erection, Seokjin gripped at your hips but made no more to stop you. His nails were digging into your skin and you could see with his head thrown back, neck vein popping out of his neck from the strain how needy he was as well. You placed your opening against his head slowly sliding down on his dick, taking him in inch for inch. You winced slightly feeling the stretch for the first time in a while. Your hands braced on his chest, your legs coming back to bend and press against his knee. Waiting for him to adjust, you traced your fingers along his muscular chest biting on your bottom lip and only when you were sure you were ready you started to slam yourself down on his shaft slowly. Each time you took him in to the hilt letting him fill you up to the brim.

You kept a slow pace at first, rocking your hips back and forward as you rode him enjoying his little whimpers and mewls of pleasure. His reddened cheeks and shut eyes with his parted lips. His tail curled around his waist, and one of your hands reached down to stroke the sensitive tail causing him to sharply snap up his hips gasping. You gave a soft smirk, speeding up the pace until you were slamming yourself down on him. You weren’t going to last long; the buildup was becoming more intense with each time that your high approached. Leaning over to bite on his bottom lip you captured him in a kiss that was heated and changed from gentle to rough in the span of seconds. Your hips scooped and swirled taking him in deeper as you rode him letting him sink as far as he could into your depth. Seokjin trailed his hands down your back and you gave him two taps on the chest letting him know he could lose control. He gripped at your ass cheeks starting to slam you down on his dick, causing you to whimper against his lips. His hips rolled up against yours as he rocked into you shifting his angle until he was pounding against your g-spot. You wanted more from him so your hand gripped at his tail and started to stroke it, causing him to gasp in your mouth changing his thrusts from deep and long to short and sharp but he pressed against your spot every time. You screamed his name at the top of your lungs, your body writing and nails clawing at his chest as you whispered your warning to him. Seokjin didn’t care, he slapped your ass letting his nails bite into your skin once again as he fucked you into oblivion. In no time, you were cumming on his shaft, shaking and clutching onto his body as your high passed over you. He kept snapping his hips up fucking you harder for a few more thrusts and he pulled out quickly to cum on his lower stomach getting some of your ass and inside thighs. Jin slowed down gradually helping you both ride out your orgasm and then he peppered your face with kisses, but he made sure you knew that you were not leaving that bed anytime soon.


i’m so not pleased with this- forgive me anon it was really hard finding motivation.

anonymous asked:

lance cusses keith out in spanish when hes mad but he waits until the bedroom and says it softly when their making out so it sounds like dirty talk and when they get back to earth lance is driving and gets cut off in traffic keiths like wow i thought that was my thing and being cut off is ur kink??? u think you know a guy

@leggykeith why do i get the Feeling u sent this 👀

OMFG

TL:DR at the bottom.

Backstory: This on lady, A, returns everything she buys. She wears the article of clothing around the store for at least a half hour (every time she comes in, per piece) and asks the whole time if it looks good, if there is anything wrong with it, can she return it, can she have money off, etc.

This particular time, it was jeans. Pretty much brand new for an awesome deal. She wore them around for 40 minutes. The jeans genuinely looked great on her. She was complaining about how they have extra fabric in pelvis area and I tell her that’s how high waisted jeans are, so you can move in them comfortably. She hummed and hawed, looking multiple times in heavy of our 6 mirrors. She decides to get them.

So then she asks, “can I have some money off?” . Knowing her I say, “if I take money off you cannot return them.” She decides to take them at full price so she has the option to return them. She leaves. I tell my boss and she couldn’t exactly remember which customer I was talking about, but, a few days later A calls.

She tells my boss some sob story about how there is a pull on the pants she didn’t notice and how she doesn’t want to return them, she just wants $10 back. So, that was her loop hole to get some money off the jeans. And way more than what either I, or my boss would’ve taken off just for asking. My boss offers her a one time deal of a ten dollar credit for the store, but she had to come on Thursday, the next day, between 1 and 3. My boss is leaving on a trip that day, she was doing her a favour. A accepts.

It’s Thursday, my boss came early because she didn’t want me to have to deal with this lady. We waited until 3 and she didn’t show. My boss and I joked she’d show up right before close with some sob story about a miscommunication. She never came that day.

Today is Friday, she came 15 minutes before close. She walks in telling me “your boss said totally okayed for you to give me a ten dollar credit for these jeans”. She pulls out the jeans and says “sorry they are covered in cat hair”. She shows me the pull and it is a fuck cat scratch. Like, if you had caught your cat on the jeans and pick the cat off them but they held on with one paw? If you have cats you’ll get it. I have 3. I know. And I am just too done to say anything fantastic like I wanted to the day before. I just said, “my boss did tell me you could get a ten dollar credit if you came in yesterday between 1 and 3. My boss has left the country. So you will have to wait til she gets back because this is against store policy and I am not authorized to go against store policy.”

A goes, “she did not make it seem urgent to come it. She said to come in whenever.”

I say, “she would not have said that because she was leaving the country and would not be able to do it besides yesterday between 1 and 3.”
A, “well there was a miscommunication”. Me, “I’m sorry you feel that way, but you will have to wait 3 weeks when she returns.”

Is ten dollars credit at this store really worth the ten dollars worth of gas you’re using to drive back and forth??

She left mad. That made me happy.

TL:DR this lady always returns every this she buys. I told her multiple times what store policy was. She called the boss to create a loop hole to get money back, but keep an item. She didn’t get her way.

STUDENT X TEACHER ROLEPLAY WITH MINSEOK

It’s not that you and Minseok have bad sex, it’s just that the same thing every time gets a bit boring. So on one of his off days, you’d flopped next to him on the sofa and shoved an article about roleplay in one of your magazines at him. “This is what you want?” he’d asked, turning to look at you after reading the insert. You gave him a nod and pointed to a picture of a school uniform, which made him smirk. “You wish is my command.”

Here you were, the traditional school girl skirt sat on your hips, barely covering your white panties. Here you were sat at the kitchen table, the traditional school girl skirt sat on your hips, barely covering your white panties and the flow cut button up shirt. Your boyfriend was dressed in a black suit, with glasses, and his hair styled to the side. His visuals alone were causing a warmth between your thighs, and you could see he was just as aroused by the whole scenario just as much as you were. The black dress pants did nothing to hide his every growing bulge.

“Miss Y/L/N,” he slapped his hand against the table to break you out of the trance you’d slipped into. Your snapped your eyes up to meet his and gave a small smile. “Care to explain why you’ve stopped paying attention?”

You let out a quiet giggle, eyes flicking back to his groin before you leaned back in your seat. “I don’t think this is a time to be laughing, Miss Y/L/N,” he shook his head as his eyes trailed over you, stopping to take in your over exposed chest. “Pay attention, or you’ll be punished,” he warned, standing up straight so he could continue his lecture.

You tried to pay attention, but your mind wandered back to it’s little trance of how sexy he looked in his role and how the black pants fitted to his rear perfectly. “So, Miss Y/L/N, can you tel-” he folded his arms over his chest when he once again caught you day dreaming. “Miss Y/L/N, stand up,”

“What?” you blinked, before biting your lip and looking at him. “I said stand up!” his tone was harsh, and it caused a jolt to run through your body. “Alright,” you mumbled, pushing yourself up, hands coming to rest at your side. “Alright?” he brow rose as he approached you. “Are you sure you don’t want to re-phrase that?”
“Yes Sir,” you spoke slowly with a smirk as you folded your arms over your chest to match him. “Your attitude is poor, Miss Y/L/N,” he tutted, a hand moving to tap against the table. “You don’t pay attention, you show no respect, and to be honest, you’re a nuisance. maybe a long hard punishment will teach you how to be a good girl,” the words caused you to adjust your position so you could rub your thighs together.

“Bend over the table. You’re going to be sorry you’ve ever behaved like this,” you followed his demand, lowering yourself so you were leaning against the table, your white panties now on full display as the skirt moved. There was a painful silence for a minute, but then you felt his warm hand rub a circle on your left cheek. “Now do as you’re told for once and count,” he muttered before bringing a hand down against the clothed flesh.

“One,” you hissed through gritted teeth as the sting of his hand raced throughout your body. “Two,” another hit. “Three,” you whined, squeezing your eyes closed. “What’s up? Can’t take it?” you heard him say before a final slap to your rear was given. “Maybe you should’ve thought of that before being a brat.” He brought his hand to your hair, gripping at it to pull you up to his chest.

His breath fanned over your ear, causing you to shiver. “Now are you going to be a good girl for me?” His question was answered by your hips pushing back against him, rubbing yourself over his erection. “So it’s going to be like that?” he asked, hands moving to grip your hips and stop the motion. “It’s going to be like that,” you confirmed, a hand sneaking behind you to press against him.

“Get on your knees,” He growled, pulling away from you. You obeyed, kneeling infront of him, eyes looking up to meet his. “Let’s put you to good use, shall we?” you watched as his fingers unbuckled the belt and undid the zip of the trousers. “Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out.” Another growling command, another shock to your core.

He pulled his reddened cock free from the cloth prison to rub over your tongue. “Good girl,” he breathed as some of his own throbbing was relieved. “Perhaps I should be in charge of your mouth from now on,” he pushed into you, hands resting in your hair once more to keep you in place. Your own hands came to rest on his legs, trying to calm yourself from the slight panic that came with the new feeling of him in your throat.

After a few moments he pulled back, pulling your head back to inspect your panting state. “You can’t be bratty with a cock in your mouth,” he emitted a low laugh before tugging your head back onto him, his own head leaning back in pleasure. “Your mouth makes Sir feel so good.” Your eyes screwed closed as your breathing came into a rhythm. “Stay there.” He pushed you away from him once more and sat down on the chair you once occupied.

“Crawl to me and sit on my cock,” he removed the black trousers completely, discarding them to the side of the kitchen. You made your way as slowly and as sexily as you could over to him, hands trailing over his newly exposed thighs. “Don’t waste my time!” he exclaimed, pulling you up and guiding your hips onto him. “I’m a busy man, you little brat,” he ripped open the skimpy white shirt and let his hands squeeze your breasts, causing you to moan. “You like that?” a cup of your bra was moved, and his fingers pinched your bud. “You like being groped? I’m not surprised,” he mirrored the action on the other breast.

Your head lolled forward as the combination of his cock and assault on your nipples were dulling the tingling. “I don’t want to hear you. I’ve heard enough of you for one day.” He undid his tie from his neck and tied it around your mouth as a make shift gag. “You’re going to stay silent while I fuck you into obedience, understood?”

A whine escaped your lips while your hips moved slowly, though it didn’t last long, as he stilled you once more. “I’m in charge here,” he hissed. You didn’t think he’d take so well to the roll, but here he was, driving you mad, no, driving you to the brink of imploding. You waited in painful anticipation for him next move. You’d be grateful for anything he gave to you. “What’s that face for?” he scoffed at your screwed up face. “Don’t like wanting something and not getting it? Welcome to my world.”

His hips suddenly snapped into yours, causing your to jolt forward. “I try explaining to you,” another snap of his hips. “And you just do what you want,” he brought you slamming onto his length this time, forcing your hips to circle on him. “Ignoring me when I tell you to pay attention.” he shook his head, eyes not leaving your face as it twisted and contorted. “And now I can give you the one thing you want.”

He created a brutal rhythm with his hips, each thrust pushing your closer to your much needed high. This was amazing. He was amazing. You loved this man so mu-

At the feeling of you tightening around him, he stilled. “You think I’m going to let you cum?” he raised a brow, a hand slapping your rear. “You hold that in until I decide you can.” he hissed, gripping the flesh of your behind. “Fuck yourself down onto me.”

You bounced down onto him, desperate to get back to that cliff edge. You needed to run over the edge and dive into a blissful orgasm that would roll over you and sweep you away. The sight of you fucking yourself against him almost drove him over the edge. How could it not. His beautiful girlfriend in the (ruined) school uniform, with messy hair, red cheek and a gag in her mouth. He’d never imagine you like this. Thank god you read those magazines he always nagged at you for wasting your time on. Whatever you would suggest next, he would be up for.

A low moan left his lips as he came, his warm seed painting your walls. The grip on your hips tightened as he held you down against him. He thrust  a few times up into you as he floated back down. When his eyes opened, he was greeted by a whine from you. Another orgasm lost.

“Aww, I’m sorry,” he doted, pushing you up and returning you to bed over the table. “Don’t worry, brat.” His fingers ran over your folds, coating his fingers with his cum. You tensed up when two of his digits entered you and began the assault on your core. The impossibly quick pace revived the dying orgasm.

“Cum.” He demanded, bringing his hand onto your left cheek. Your body arched the best it could as you were finally rewarded with what you needed. His pace gradually slowed as you relished in the glorious climax, your body every so gently twitching.

You felt the tie be removed from your mouth, happy you could finally talk, but the material was quickly replaced with his cum coated fingers. “Clean them, and then get out.” Thank god for those magazines you waste your time on.

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Liam x Reader

Requested by @abeamoflightinthedark


“… I’m trying but it’s really hard.” Liam finished as you and Lydia walked up to the group.

“Oh really… maybe you should go to the bathroom and deal with that.” You hummed and Liam frowned at you.

“Maybe you should come with me.” Liam joked and you chuckled.

“You’d like that.” You smiled and walked off to class leaving the group chuckling at the two of you.

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You forgot something. (StilesxReader)

A/N: This is my first one-shot of Stiles, and I’m excited! Thank you so much to Eli aka  @credxncebarebone who’s always there to help me with my writing, ily

warnings: none

prompt: For the last day of lacrosse week! this goes to @sarcasticallystilinski   and @rememberstilinski I hope you guys like it

Originally posted by stilesstilinski37

Stiles is too hot to be true.

It’s not like I think he’s a perfect human, I’m aware of his awkwardness, and how clumsy can be, but damn, this boy is killing me.

We’ve been friends since forever, and believe it or not I didn’t use to have a crush on him, this happened a few months ago before he broke up with Malia.

“So, you two are a thing now?” I asked, sitting next to him while he stared at the werecoyote, a small smile on his lips.

“I guess… I mean, I never asked but she seems to be ok with us… being a thing, ya know?” He shrugged “It’s weird”

“You’re weird” I smirked “and lucky. She cares about you a lot”

I patted him on the shoulder, he whimpered at my touch and I remembered that he had an injured on his shoulder, he refused to tell me how did he injure, and I was growing worried by the minute.

“Stiles, you need to tell me what happened to your shoulder”

“It’s nothing, ok?” he mumbled, grabbing my hand and giving me a sad smile.

A week passed and he didn’t look better at all, it was driving me insane and I didn’t know what to do.

Scott and Stiles argued, something about killing Donovan, and I couldn’t believe when he admitted all, he said that everything was true.

“Scott, say you believe me” Stiles looked broken, so empty that I knew he felt like shit and he wanted to be forgiven.

But there was nothing to forgive.

Scott didn’t say a word, he went back inside and left me and Stiles, or at least what was left of him.

He turned around avoiding my gaze, and I couldn’t stand it anymore, it was too much.

“I believe you, Stiles” Although it came out as a whisper, it was loud enough for him to hear it.

“Why?” He choked, I didn’t realize he was crying until he turned once more, his eyes red and tired.

“Because you’re my best friend, and I know you” I walked closer, standing right in front of him and looking into his hazel eyes, a strange feeling building in the pit of my stomach.

“I’ve killed people, y/n” The rain was so strong that he almost screamed the last part “I might be human, but I’m not better than the beast”

“How can you say that?” I was on the verge of tears, scared of what he could do if I leave him alone “Stiles, you’re not evil nor a killer, you’re my best friend”

“You deserve better friends” he tried to turn his back on me, I grabbed his arm and walk even closer than I was before, only inches apart from his face.

“I have exactly what I deserve” I mumbled, brushing my nose against his, my heart beating so fast that I’d have sworn Scott heard it “which is a kind, funny, supportive best friend like you, who needs my help more than anything right now, so I’m not going anywhere”

“I think you should, I’m not good enough for you or Malia”

Then I remembered- Malia and Stiles were a thing, they loved each other and I was trying to get in the way, even if it was unintentional, what kind of friend was I?

I stepped back, embarrassed for whatever I was doing and feeling like the worst person in the world.

“Well, you’re wrong” I grumbled, trying to control my heartbeat “and there’s nothing you can say to change that, so shut up and take me home”

I quickly walk to his jeep and climbed into the passenger’s seat, waiting for him nervously.

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